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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A Cup Of Novacaine


























Coming home late at night;
playing music of my choice,
feeling all alone but its alright;
and repeating favourite lines twice.

Though the weather is nice;
but it rains all the time inside,
I gotta swim outta my sorrows;
and hope my regrets to divide.

Call me stupid for all I’ve done;
I can’t scream loud for this pain,
its just gonna be okay, I know;
I wanna have a cup of novacaine.

No one is here to break the silence;
time seems to be the last grain of sand,
what the hell they gotta do of all this;
all we’ll need is a few feet of land.

Why to complicate things around;
why to run for what won’t exist long,
it grieves me to the core to think;
they pretend to be right when they’re wrong.

So many time I’ve been broken;
I just wanna go back to be seven again,
take me to the flashback of joy;
or get me a cup of novacaine.

~Shreya ♥
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12 comments:

  1. 'But it rains all the time inside...'
    Oh, very touching indeed!
    -Portia

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  2. Shreya,

    Touches the core of heart. Also tells so well that childhood is the best time of life.

    Take care

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    1. Whatever floats your boat, Shreya. Guess there's a lot left for me to see :P

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  4. hey shreya..4th and 5th para to me seems really philosophically deep!

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